The Technique Is Called 'Seven-Colored Divine Child'

Everyone knew that Linghuan Qingri, the new student at Tokyo Jujutsu High, looked a little delinquent, but had an exceptionally good temper. He never got angry easily and always spoke slowly and gently.

His beautiful, feminine features paired with rainbow-colored hair in a way that was strangely harmonious and dazzling. Just looking at him was a pleasure.

His cluelessness about electronics and advanced technology, his instinctive gentleness and willingness to give way to others, and his severe lack of common sense in certain areas led the other three students at the school to privately speculate about his pitiful and tragic background.

One day, after the four of them had once again climbed over the wall to sneak out to a glitzy bar decked with rainbow-colored lights, a man reeking of alcohol suddenly came over and harassed him. The other three were furious and ready to beat the man up to vent their anger on behalf of their classmate.

The noisy bar fell as silent as a grave. In the unnerving atmosphere, someone behind the man kicked him down onto his knees and forced his head to the ground. It struck with a loud thud.

The three stared in shock.

The bar manager knelt and presented a gun in his hands. Slightly tipsy, Linghuan Qingri casually propped up his face, his expression nonchalant as he pressed the cold gun to the man's forehead.

Linghuan Qingri lowered his eyes. How dare anyone challenge him? Everyone here knew it without needing to say it: he was the only god in this place.

Little Scene One

In front of an angry man who had come over to berate them for not arriving sooner, Qingri said flatly, "Go on, Satoru. Slap some sense into him."

"You got it~"

At the comical sound of slaps, Suguru Geto, who had been feeling a little stifled, couldn't help laughing out loud.

Little Scene Two

As he was letting his prickly classmate use his lap as a pillow, Satoru Gojo burst through the door, his eyes filled with incredulous anguish.

As Satoru Gojo loudly accused him, someone calmly pushed Suguru Geto aside and offered Satoru his lap instead.

Suguru Geto, pushed away: "???"

Also known as "My Frail-Looking Classmate Is Actually the Leader of a Cult," "My Classmate Shocks Me a Hundred Times a Day," and "Please Only Look at Me."

Things to know before reading: 1. The author is a sucker for cheesy tropes, so this story includes some delightfully cheesy plotlines, with two guys doting on one guy.

2. The pairing isn't decided yet. It depends on how the story goes, but the ending will be one-on-one.

3. Chapters are already written, so updates will be daily once it starts. Plot and romance get equal attention.

Theme: Love can save the world!